paroles de chanson Old Shoe Boots - Jean Ritchie

Mommy told me to open the door
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I opened the door and he fell on the floor
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'

Mommy told me to set him a chair
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I set him a chair and Lord how he did stare
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'

Mommy told me to bring him a knife
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I brought him a knife and he asked me to be his wife
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'

Mommy told me to bring him a fork
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I brought him a fork and he asked me to go to New York
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'

Mommy told me to bring him some meat
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I brought him some meat and O! how he did eat
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'

Mommy told me to make up his bed
O! I can't, I won't have im'
I made up his bed and I wished that he was dead
With his old shoe boots and his leggins'